My children began their existence inside my body, they are my blood and my life; yet since they were born I often feel they inhabit a parallel universe. I search for points of convergence of our worlds, expecting to find them in our daily experiences and in what we try to teach each other. More often I happen upon these connections in my childhood memories, adult dreams and intimations of eternity.
Is it possible to understand relationships without altering them and probe connections without disturbing the bond? Of all the arts, photography seems to me to have the lightest of touches upon reality; still, it allows me to study, and to make a record, in my own language.